Chapter VII: Sanity

It was twenty minutes, which felt like twenty hours, before she woke up. I was

really happy to see Jenny waking up from this minor incident from my approach. She

basically got up and walked to the kitchen to get some water. It was sort of awkward to

see that she than gargle the water, like it was mouthwash. But anyway, she then kept

saying to herself, “Okay, I think I’m losing my mind. There was no little man.” She was

beginning to think, I was nothing more than a hallucination that she made up. I had to

yell up at her again, because she wasn’t crazy, and neither am I. It was all real, and she

must admit it.

            “Jennifer, I’m not a hallucination. I am very real.”

            “I’m hearing things; nope I did not here this.”

            “It’s not a dream, I’m very real Jennifer. It’s all real.”

            Jennifer than looked at me where I was yelling at, I was on the edge where the

kitchen floor was no longer part of the living room rug. She just closed her eyes for a

second and opened them again. I know by now, she was accepting me as part of the

reality world than what she thought of me as a hallucination. She wasn’t sick; she just

didn’t think having a shrunken guy in her room was anything you expect on a regular

day. She started to pace around the kitchen for a little while, and then opened the

refrigerator, to see if she can get something to eat.

            The only items inside her refrigerator were a half eaten sandwich, carton of milk,

half a gallon of orange juice, eggs, and some leftover Chinese cuisine. She just needed to

look at me again to see if it were something to confront, like you’re father abused for

years and had to look at him straight in the eye years after to say that was wrong. Jennifer

just looked at me, as I was waving and smiling, as she smiled also, but then that smiled

turned to an evil grin. This didn’t feel right at all.